Ode to the Demolition Lovers

His hands stained in ruby red

Not her blood, not anymore.

The blood of the ones that died to him

In order to get back to her.

They were two planets crashing together

Pulled into orbit by their love

Destined to burn, hand in hand

Everyone around them unable to escape their passion

To get out of reach of his gun

His desperate attempts to kiss her once again.

Two lovers, gunned down together

Forever pulled apart.

First by her survival

And finally by his death.

This time not to someone else’s hand

But by his own

The final evil man

In his rampage of hundreds

A point proven pointless

As he was pulled back to hell.